An ancient, aged scroll slowly emerged from one of Fang Lin's Nine Palace Bags.
The Xuan Emperor's pupils constricted, his eyes locked onto the ancient scroll. Although he did not know what it was, he had a very ominous feeling about it.
"Hm?" Not only the Xuan Emperor, but everyone else also saw the slowly emerging ancient scroll.
The expressions of Dugu Fenglei and the Lord of the Western Town, Lu Feng, changed. Some of the older, stronger people present also shifted uncomfortably, sensing an extraordinary and indescribable terror emanating from it.
"What is that?" someone asked. The appearance of the scroll was disconcertingly bizarre — and it seemed to belong to Fang Lin.
The Xuan Emperor was uneasy. Despite not knowing what was strange about the scroll, in order to prevent unexpected complications, he immediately tried to suppress it.
Just when the Xuan Emperor moved to act, an invisible pressure spread out from the scroll, enveloping everything around.
